Shooting Star Poems | Examples
These Shooting Star poems are examples of Star poems about Shooting. These are the best examples of Star Shooting poems written by international poets.
That summer of 1969 in Venice still resonates within me...
A Slovak boy, Mario, and an Italian girl, Laura – fourteen and thirteen years old.
She had long chestnut hair and captivating eyes…
We sat on a bank by a bridge in the evening,
while illuminated boats floating on the lagoon.
The song Sotto le stelle, Beneath the Stars, played from a nearby bar.
I listened with amazement to that melodic speech, watching her charming gestures.
I didn't understand a word, yet I felt a blissful warmth in my heart...
Suddenly, heavy rain began to fall; Laura gave me a quick kiss on the cheek
and vanished under the arcade of a weathered building.
Just then, a shooting star fell...
I have carried the imprint of her lips in my heart all my life.
shooting stars
petals in mid-flight,
leaning toward dawn light~
small constellations trembling
Dodecatheons
"Wishes fly swiftly when shooting stars cross silent skies." The Poet
As if in flight, I heard no sound.
Speeding through the darkest surround.
Then came a spectacular light.
I heard no sound as if in flight.
It came streaming, a vibrant flame.
A spectacular light then came.
A shooting star, it was gleaming.
A vibrant flame, it came streaming.
Exploding in space, quite bazaar.
It was gleaming. A shooting star.
In the night sky, easy to trace.
Quite bazaar, exploding in space.
Now burned out. it had ceased to fly.
Easy to trace in the night sky.
Seen again, I really doubt.
It had ceased to fly, now burned out.
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Star
weary
sorrow tears
Zillions flicker
dimming lightened gifts
bloodblack diamonds spinning
Flames flash skies into near night
Cosmic scales—fallen world's despairs
Dark-Star reaps ringed scarlet horizons
shooting star dissipating downward
Jaded stones form constellations
best poet’s mouth is silenced
Ashy smoke rising scents
Black gold dominance
Savoir-faire sage
from its dust
evokes
Zen
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In a sleeping bag, ten years old was I,
under the Mojave desert sky
next to the Sierra mountains.
I could hear fresh water fountains,
and the sound of a gentle breeze
blowing the leaves of aspen trees.
I pondered the mystery, "why we are".
The sky answered with a shooting star.
Although I felt alone, like a shooting star,
My light always showed from very far.
He is the Earth's stillest bodies of water,
So clear, so calm, he will never falter.
He beautifully reflects my streak of light,
He sees how I can be so warm and bright.
I see him for all of what he is truly:
A serene lake so deep, cool, and lovely.
I am the fire matching his passion,
He is the ocean mirroring my compassion.
He and I, although often physically apart,
Our souls inherently know every psychic art.
Although I felt all alone, faraway, for so long,
I suddenly descended to where I belong,
Like a falling star, he made a wish upon me,
I emerged anew, from his own sea of lonely
Half the moon sits aloft the Jovian star
Its other half away in green pastures far
She sat leaning ‘neath the peering lights
That ever pervade such provoking nights
Are they dim, or are they bright
Small in stature or stood upon dizzying heights
From where she sat it was hard to tell
Then suddenly one fell
She traced it by its silver tail
As it illumed the hanging clouds
Then streaked across the glooming dale
Revealing the wandering shrouds
It tumbled down and out of sight
In a spiraling trail of rainbow light
Hollywood casts its new shooting star
Opulence follows the tale
Larger than life lifestyle sits on green gables
Larger than life ego sips from golden goblets
Yearly excursion to the plastic surgeon
Whirlwind romances blow
Overseas to cease and desist two diseases
Oil of olay won't save the day
Dingy can't find a safe port
Hollywood's new shooting star shot with penicillin
An arrow a day keeps the shivers from quivers away
She still swears he gave it to her
Both attend the press conference with lawyers
Exuberant fans become ex-fans
Except when cutting red ribbons at fastfood takeout stakeouts
Nobody notices the smell for weeks
COSMIC BLINKING
Moving,
Blinking the moon,
Bold shaped clouds
Drifting by:-
Likewise,
A flock of geese
Silhouette the sky;
Their flapping wings,
Waving goodbye:
My blinking eyes,
Release goodbye
Mirroring tears
Of keloid memories
Of you and me
As a shooting star
Departed the sky:-
strawberry milk moon
dipped in dark chocolate sky
shooting star flies by
A SHOOTING STAR
In quietness of night,
a fired star waving goodbye;
turning off its light:-
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Stars are flashing jewels of light
worn by angels, dripping sparkles
that hover within nights’ indigo skies.
Each stellar star is a heavenly diamond
carefully cut and crafted by the hand of God
cradled and held, as unique as a fingerprint
marking the lines of space and time.
Creator God set the stars in their courses
He knows each one by name
a shooting star rises, flares and bursts
it crescendos like fleeting fireworks
another star is set to become a part
of an interstellar constellation.
Every star is orchestrated to appear
within its own designated stanza
whether in a bright, intense chorus
or a quiet, wistful solo
each star has its unique pattern
and each star is a radiant reflection
of the majestic glory of God.
Sleeping under open skies,
without any street and city lights,
I saw the sky full of stars overhead,
Some nights, I would watch a flurry of shooting stars,
Bringing down small dust particles from exploding stars,
The stardust would shimmer in nearby skies with a dusty glint.
When I watch the stars on quiet nights,
Stardust evokes the mystery of the past of distant planets,
Everything around us is made of remnants of stars,
We carry a little bit of the universe within us.
In the autumn, tree leaves sparkle with marvel of colors,
In the night, some stardust shines on some of the leaves,
The leaves fall on the ground with the blowing wind,
The fallen leaves hold the spark of the cosmos as its eternal bliss.
He had found himself falling in love with a shooting star.
It was not too long until they had got so very far.
Sooner or later, their love burns into various shooting stars.